When I first came to the Old wing of East Hall (now known as Gillette Hall) where my room was located, it was empty and bare. It left the feeling of isolation, the feeling of recent bidding of farewells, of moving to a new chapter in life, of uprooting and moving. And I couldn't wait to empty my boxes and fill-up the room, to settle down and begin blotting words on the empty and bare pages of the next chapter of my life.
I'm filling up empty boxes again. I've been storing memories of this place, of this chapter of my life in the open areas of my heart. I'm filling up empty boxes. Some might say emptiness is something to be avoided and feared. I say, filled-up boxes is something to be avoided and feared. Empty boxes should remain empty.